I'm a millionaire, but I cut the grass. And each time I cut it, it's my grass. And that is satisfying.

All in all it was my intention to hold both the black and the white clientele by voicing the different kinds of songs in their customary tongues.

Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.

All were artists, playing foolish, having fights and making love as if the rest of the world had no racial problems whatsoever.

They're drinkin' home brew from a wooden cup. The folks were dancin' there got all shook up.

You know, your ears record. You might can sing a song once you hear it.

All I want for Christmas is a rock n roll electric guitar.